“Don’t move just yet,” Hal panted. He’d squeezed his eyes shut at some point. Mark kind of wanted to do the same. It had to help against the vertigo of feeling like the world was spinning out of control around him. “Let me feel you.”
How much more feeling did he want? But part of Mark understood what Hal meant behind the words, that shocked bliss at knowing you finally had what you’d always craved. He remained still, for both of their sakes, since he was fairly sure he wouldn’t last long once they actually started moving. When Hal began to squirm, hands letting go of his knees to grab onto Mark’s hips, Mark obeyed his silent prompting.
Pulling out a couple inches, he shuddered when Hal’s fingers tightened almost painfully, and thrust forward in tandem with Hal’s pull. They both cried out
